“An artist who revels in the beauties of creation receives direct the thoughts of the Eternal Father,” returned Yermah, reverently.
“A child inhaling the fragrance of a flower receives in the process of transmutation the thoughts of the Creator.”
“Without the intervention of planetary influence?”
“The open flower, with its sun-rayed form, is to vegetation what the sun is to the planets, and as man is to animal life. Flowers crown Nature’s dominions.”
“The soul of man crowns all animate things,” persisted Yermah.
“When he crushes a beetle he destroys the life of what may some day be his brother,” she answered, with a smile.
“Dost thou believe in transmigration? I am agreed with thee that life is a vibration of Divine Will, moving in a spiral, but physical man is the lowest rung contacted by the ego.”
“Oh, say not so! Is not the ego a ray of the creative energy itself? Thinkest thou the human family the only emanation of Divinity worthy to contact its Creator?”
“Yes,” he answered; “and only then by aspiring to a spiritual plane.”
“How many planes dost thou allot to man?”